Pulse
Systolic and distolic rises to it's high
itching and craving for this great success and journey to my life where medicine is what I smell and taste
Distolic and systolic rising high
showing the world that me an African American WILL climb the tree of hard work and dedication
heart rate moving fast
But my mind is at a constant beat with time
beating with the second hand ticking it's way thru each number as I get slick with this rhyme
pulse
pulse
forceful pulse
The pulse of my ambition and drive
the pulse of my creative stride
pulsation of the thump which press against my young tender skin
My pulse is my future
My future begins with me listening to my racing blood filled chamber
of true hopes and dreams in which I seek!!
Listen to your pulse
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